(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

survive until friday

can't catch up to my breath

can't walk -
busted muscles

completely out of practice

remember us?
remember Paris?

Monday - we're granite
Tuesday - we're quartz
Wednesday and Thursday -
pigeons on our heads

but Friday?
fireworks in space

running
wherever our young hearts
would take us

the mantra
you remember?

survive until friday

friday
and it'll be okay

saturday - homework
sunday - study
friday - ours, us

art gallery
a joke at first
then we knew this place
was us

always running out of time
but we're eternity

you wouldn't let me cry
when you told me
you were leaving

make every day count
survive until friday

friday
and it'll be okay

we were heaven
us were stars
the rubies and emeralds
in the traffic lights - us

the tender scent of your hair
and we'd kiss
hard
wishing our bodies weren't
in the way
i swear i remember seeing both of us
from above

your mouth was frozen blue flowers
your curfew was wishful thinking

bright circles in the asphalt
goodbye still dripping
from my lips

survive until friday

the words
that got me through two years
knowing you'd be beside me
with pigeons on our heads

it's an enjoyable pain
- you said
eventually
i understood

a numb and pleasant
flames licking the thighs
the calves and the ankles

sitting there
staring at nothing
chrysalis legs
shedding a million steps of Paris

almost a year
since you left

completely out of practice

maybe the muscles
recognise
like a dog
that isn't waiting for its owner

this pain
isn't just the legs